PROLOGUE

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PROLOGUE — Fucking what?

' Life without love is like a tree Without blossoms

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' Life without love is like a tree
Without blossoms.'

Kahlil Gibran

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"Fucking what?" Michael's rough voice echoed through the kitchen as he held a glare on Tommy.

"You heard me. America is the safest place for her, Garcia wants her and he won't stop until he gets her." Tommy's glance moves to Harriet, her blonde locks draped over her face.

The curtain that cascaded over her pale face hid any signs of emotions that scattered across her features. Her fingers were nervously and discreetly playing with Michaels, the only who noticed was Polly.

It made the aged woman smile, she loved the two together, Polly had cared for Harriet ever since her mother had left her at the age of 8.

Harriet was like a daughter to Polly and the fact that Michael was able to make Harriet happy and vice versa gave Polly hope.

"It won't be for long." Tommy tried to reassure the young couple.

His attempts only angered Michael further as he gently tore his hand away from Harriet's grasp as he stood.

His next motions caused Harriet to jump which caused Tommy's jaw to clench slightly.

Tommy has a role in raising Harriet with Polly, although they were both around the same age, Harriet had always looked up to Tommy as an older brother.

His natural instincts had always taken over him when Harriet got in any form of trouble, whether it was or own mischievous doing or problems with the harsh comments from idiotic bullies the poor girl had to do with.

So when anything startled or upset the small girl, those instincts kicked in.

But now, as Michael slammed him hands onto the table with his face contorted in anger, Tommy had to stay calm.

He knew Michael hadn't meant to explode as much as he did, he was just angry at the whole situation.

Hell even Tommy was trying not to explode at the words that were escaping his own mouth.

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